Comments on: to kill a mocking boy http://www.shaunaglenn.com/2008/10/to-kill-a-mocking-boy/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=to-kill-a-mocking-boy No vagina was harmed in the making of this website. Thu, 09 Feb 2012 03:13:09 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: Susan K. Morrow http://www.shaunaglenn.com/2008/10/to-kill-a-mocking-boy/comment-page-1/#comment-917 Susan K. Morrow Tue, 11 Nov 2008 00:27:00 +0000 http://www.shaunaglenn.com/?p=653#comment-917 God knew what she was doing when she gave me daughters. I don't know what you did to deserve her wrath. Poor you. (She said with no sympathy whatsoever.) God knew what she was doing when she gave me daughters. I don’t know what you did to deserve her wrath. Poor you. (She said with no sympathy whatsoever.)

]]> By: Lizzie http://www.shaunaglenn.com/2008/10/to-kill-a-mocking-boy/comment-page-1/#comment-824 Lizzie Sat, 01 Nov 2008 12:14:00 +0000 http://www.shaunaglenn.com/?p=653#comment-824 what a funny kid. :) ahhh, yes... i remember the fold days of pee pee around my house. trust me, you WON'T miss it! what a funny kid. :) ahhh, yes… i remember the fold days of pee pee around my house. trust me, you WON’T miss it!

]]> By: nikkimohamed http://www.shaunaglenn.com/2008/10/to-kill-a-mocking-boy/comment-page-1/#comment-823 nikkimohamed Fri, 31 Oct 2008 19:23:00 +0000 http://www.shaunaglenn.com/?p=653#comment-823 Hahaha...<br/>you just brought back memories from about 9 yrs ago when Ismail opened the oven door, stood on it, dropped trou and whizzed on the heating element.<br/>He was 1.<br/>It was all downhill from there.<br/>Keep laughing. It helps to keep you sane...or at least to fake you're sane! Hahaha…
you just brought back memories from about 9 yrs ago when Ismail opened the oven door, stood on it, dropped trou and whizzed on the heating element.
He was 1.
It was all downhill from there.
Keep laughing. It helps to keep you sane…or at least to fake you’re sane!

]]> By: How to Party with an Infant http://www.shaunaglenn.com/2008/10/to-kill-a-mocking-boy/comment-page-1/#comment-822 How to Party with an Infant Thu, 30 Oct 2008 23:47:00 +0000 http://www.shaunaglenn.com/?p=653#comment-822 Have you considered peeing on one of his books? Have you considered peeing on one of his books?

]]> By: Slick http://www.shaunaglenn.com/2008/10/to-kill-a-mocking-boy/comment-page-1/#comment-821 Slick Thu, 30 Oct 2008 19:22:00 +0000 http://www.shaunaglenn.com/?p=653#comment-821 Ah, he's learning so quickly.<br/><br/>I am impressed AND proud.<br/><br/>Give him a pat on the back for me?<br/><br/>Oh, and save me some of the wine??? lol Ah, he’s learning so quickly.

I am impressed AND proud.

Give him a pat on the back for me?

Oh, and save me some of the wine??? lol

]]> By: The Commish http://www.shaunaglenn.com/2008/10/to-kill-a-mocking-boy/comment-page-1/#comment-820 The Commish Wed, 29 Oct 2008 22:08:00 +0000 http://www.shaunaglenn.com/?p=653#comment-820 I think the pee aroma may have roots in pinot grigio?<br/><br/>Any chance he got in the stash? <br/><br/>By the way, the peeing and subsequent ruining of important and sentimental personal assets is not limited to 3-year-olds. <br/><br/>At the tender age or 30, a good buddy of mine got home (taxi-ed actually) after a night of going-away-party punch in our great downtown of Fort Worth. What he ignored is that the next morning his friend-girl was to depart to Georgia on business. An organized person she was, and her Louis Vuitton luggage was packed and ready to go by the front door for an early drive to the airport.<br/><br/>After stumbling and feeling around for doors, shorts, etc., he decided he needed one more bladder-emptying ceremony, which led him to the conundrum of, "Where's the toilet?" <br/><br/>Soon enough, he let 'er rip, splashing the remnants of about four gallons of Miller Light in what he thought was the proper venue for such an event.<br/><br/>Hours later, his soon-to-be ex, awoke to shower and coffee, thinking all she had to worry about was her ride to the airport. <br/><br/>As she approached her LV luggage for some final pack-ins, she was aghast...no...completely terrified and disgusted that it was soaked in yellow, watery waste. <br/><br/>Soaked was the carpet surrounding, her shoes-to-wear, and part of her briefcase, which absorbed some of the splash.<br/><br/>The call to me came in at about 9 a.m. Hung over and defeated, he simply asked, "Can I spend the night at your place today? I need to find a new apartment today, also." I think the pee aroma may have roots in pinot grigio?

Any chance he got in the stash?

By the way, the peeing and subsequent ruining of important and sentimental personal assets is not limited to 3-year-olds.

At the tender age or 30, a good buddy of mine got home (taxi-ed actually) after a night of going-away-party punch in our great downtown of Fort Worth. What he ignored is that the next morning his friend-girl was to depart to Georgia on business. An organized person she was, and her Louis Vuitton luggage was packed and ready to go by the front door for an early drive to the airport.

After stumbling and feeling around for doors, shorts, etc., he decided he needed one more bladder-emptying ceremony, which led him to the conundrum of, “Where’s the toilet?”

Soon enough, he let ‘er rip, splashing the remnants of about four gallons of Miller Light in what he thought was the proper venue for such an event.

Hours later, his soon-to-be ex, awoke to shower and coffee, thinking all she had to worry about was her ride to the airport.

As she approached her LV luggage for some final pack-ins, she was aghast…no…completely terrified and disgusted that it was soaked in yellow, watery waste.

Soaked was the carpet surrounding, her shoes-to-wear, and part of her briefcase, which absorbed some of the splash.

The call to me came in at about 9 a.m. Hung over and defeated, he simply asked, “Can I spend the night at your place today? I need to find a new apartment today, also.”

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